Day 60

Day 60. Also known, in more traditional terms, as 1st March. The first day of meteorological spring, Pancake Day and St David’s Day. It’s also National Barista Day and National Pig Day. If we were still on the farm I’d be all over National Pig Day, starting with a eulogy to the magnificent animal and following up with a bacon sandwich. Baristas, I’m not so bothered about. If you need a national day for people who make drinks with hot water why not have a National Tea Lady Day, or National Quercus Day – I can handle a kettle well enough to produce hot drinks. It’s hardly an unusual skill. As I didn’t even know what a barista was until a couple of years ago, I really don’t see why they need a day to themselves. It seems, after further digging, that it is a day started by a manufacturer of almond milk, another modern fad we can do without. If you can’t deal with milk, take it black.

It is also National Cornish Pasty Week and this is where the concept come undone quite badly. Cornish pasties are, it seems made with “shortbread crust or puff pastry”. In addition to this they are obviously written about by people who know bugger all about pasties. However, isn’t that the story of the internet and the content writers and influencers who inhabit it? It’s “shortcrust” pastry. Idiots. However, I’m ranting about the proliferation of national days and weeks, not about the half-witted population of the internet underbelly.

You can read the list for yourself here. There are some days that are more important than others but they are mainly trivial and set up recently by people wanting to push a cause or make money. In general, unless they include sugar or bacon, I don’t have much time for national anything days.

However, I can’t allow the day to pass without letting all my wonderful, intelligent and discerning readers know how important they are in my life. Even Charliecountryboy. Yes, it’s World Compliments Day.

9 thoughts on “Day 60

  1. derrickjknight

    You have reminded me that one morning around the back of Waterloo station quite a long time ago, when any pasty could be called Cornish, I watched a delivery man drop a tray of these delights on the floor, gather them up, and deliver them anyway.

    1. quercuscommunity Post author

      They say that the mark of a good Cornish pasty is its ability to fall down a mine shaft and land unharmed. Whether you can eat them and remain unharmed after that is a different question. 🙂


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